Aria’s POV
The morning had begun so peacefully. For a moment, I allowed myself to believe we were safe—together at the breakfast table, with the warmth of home around us and the laughter of family echoing through the walls.
But peace never lasts.
A sharp knock interrupted everything. It wasn’t frantic, but firm—official.
Dad glanced toward the door, a subtle tension already forming in his shoulders. Dianne rose with the baby still in her arms, rocking gently. Klaus set down his coffee mug without a word. I could feel the shift in energy before the door even opened.
When the guard stepped inside, his voice was tight. “An emissary from the Council, Alpha. He says it’s urgent.”
No one spoke. We all knew what that meant.
We moved to the sitting room without ceremony. The air grew heavy
